“I’m coming, baby! Come with mommy!”
Tom could hear the tempo of the flesh slapping flesh increased as they thrust toward their peak. In spite of himself, he was getting hard again. His hand strayed to his crotch.
“I’m coming, mom, I’m coming!”
“Fill my pussy! Give me all your seed! Flood my womb!”
Tom struggled trying to get the zipper down on his costume. His wife’s ear piercing scream startled him. It was followed by the loud grunts and groans of his son coming in June, Carter’s mother and his wife!
Tom crawled on all fours out of the pagoda. He stayed in the shadows until he was near the patio door. Then he straighten up. He brushed the dirt off his costume and walked back into the party. He walked to the bar, poured him three fingers of bourbon, and downed it.
As he refilled his glass, he saw June and Carter enter the room. He saw the initial furtive glances. Then they separated and began bidding the guests good-bye. Tom thought he could see a faint gleam of wetness on his wife’s thighs. He choked back tears and outrage.
Halvatia smiled from her place behind the buffet table. She witnessed the entire scene. “What goes on in the night, comes out in the day!” She thought. There were very few secrets left in her family. Like them soap operas, the climax was near. She let her hand rub her shaved pussy through her costume. Maybe, she thought, it was like one of those old Westerns. There was a new sheriff in town!
***
In his monogrammed silk pajamas, Tom Crafton lay on his back in bed. He was disgusted with himself. He lacked the courage to confront his wife and son earlier. Now she was twenty feet away in her bedroom probably with Carter’s come still in her. He felt the bile rise in his throat. The perversity of it! And June seemed to actually love it! The way she screamed when she came! He never heard her scream like that with him!
He could not just let it go! Maybe Allen or Johnny could advise him. He grimaced as he imagined that scene, him asking his two male lovers to advise him. You see, guys, my wife and son are fucking. What do you think I should do? Yeah, that would work real well!
It made him think about how he got started in all of this. Aside from college, he had kept it straight. He still did not know why he went into the costume shop that day. Everyone knew its reputation. As he got older those urges from his college days came back.
He recalled 69ing with his roommate. The salacious feel of a cock in his mouth. The incredible rush as his roommate’s seed filled his mouth and slid down his throat.
His anus twitched as he recalled their first fumbling attempts at anal sex. The intensity of his orgasm as his roommates cock slid across his prostate gland.
When the campus rumors started, he broke it off. Even then, he knew career was the most important thing to him. Now, thirty years later, here he was again. Involved with two men! In addition, his son and his wife were fucking!
Tom Crafton drifted off to sleep, the sounds of his wife’s orgasmic scream as she came with his son filling his ears.